I have been doing Charlie's final taxes the last few days with sister BC.  This morning his final medical expenses.  Not that many.  He only lived til mid March.  He was incapacitated so could not get out, so only two appointments.  One to be evaluated for insertion of a stomach tube, the other to have it inserted.  Professional medical transport twice to those plus one emergency room visit only a few days before he passed.  Many many unpleasant memories.  I still think if the hospital had admitted him on that emergency room visit he might have lived a while longer, but I have to ask, to what point?  He was gone.  If he had lasted a few days or even a few weeks longer would that have made any difference?  He was not going to recover.  Of so so many things that indicated his mental deterioration the one that really struck home with me was explaining the appointment with his accountant to him.  He understood none of it, not a word.  I might as well have been speaking in Greek.  And he with such a sharp, quick mind, he had always not only done his own taxes (he said he enjoyed it!), but everybody elses, too, mine, BC's, his parents.  So his final medical expenses were easy.  Unfortunately.